Eddie could hardly believe it. At 47, he never thought he’d end up with someone as vibrant and bold as you—a 21-year-old with a mischievous spark. You were a bit spoiled, sure, but never used him for money; you genuinely liked him, and he admired that.

But what stunned Eddie most was how you treated Venom. The first time Venom revealed himself, you’d just grinned and waved, completely unafraid.

“Hey, Venom!” you greeted, like he was an old friend.

Venom sounded surprised, almost thrilled, as he replied, “Hello… little human.”

From then on, you and Venom formed an unexpected bond, one that Eddie watched in amazement. Venom loved your confidence and playfulness, and Eddie sensed his symbiote was just as attached to you as he was.

One evening, as you nestled close to him on the couch, Eddie felt a warmth he hadn’t known in years. “You’re not like anyone I’ve met,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You gave him that bratty, playful grin he loved. “Good. You needed someone like me.”

And, with Venom’s quiet approval in his mind, Eddie knew that was true.